Her words were very soft, but there was a freezing coldness in them. Jealousy was growing in her heart like crazy weeds.
"Sister Meng, I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go and get ready. See you on the field." In the blink of an eye, Jin Bingyun returned to her soft and pure look, as if everything just now was just her illusion. Meng Xinran lowered her head eyes, dark eyes
Did she find out?
Xiao Mo and Ling Ye look so similar, especially those dark green eyes. Only an idiot would think that they have nothing to do with each other. Jin Bingyun's words are both a warning and a threat. Her intuition tells her that this girl is not simple.
Then I thought about it, how could a woman who dared to hang out with Ling Ye and stage a restricted intimate scene at such a young age be so simple?
Thinking of this, her chest felt as if a big stone was blocked, and she felt uncomfortable.
Xiao Mo's face was tense and his fists were clenched, like a little tiger ready to go. He stared at Jin Bingyun walking past arrogantly. He hated this big sister. His shoulders were pressed. He turned around and saw Qin Lei tightly He frowned and shook his head
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Ling Ye put on a well-tailored expensive suit. He leaned against the snow-white wall with his tall and straight figure. His eyes were closed and slightly tired. He raised his injured hand and his eyes were bottomless. He didn't dare to imagine. What would happen if this knife stabbed Meng Xinran in the chest!
In the dark corridor, a man walked over. His simple and casual clothes could not hide the majesty of the king in him. The years had polished his edges and corners, leaving only his eyes that could see through the world of mortals, like the vast universe. Boundless
Ling Ye raised his eyebrows slightly: "I haven't seen you for a few years, why are you so miserable?"
In memory, he should be a mature and restrained man. He has been blind for seven years, but he still relied on his cold-blooded tactics and resolute style to wipe out the power of several major mafia families and ascend to the top position in one fell swoop. This shows the strength of this man. How terrifying is the strength?
Ling Ye looked into the distance and recalled that late autumn night in London many years ago, the only time they met and fought side by side. He witnessed with his own eyes that Shan Yuji shot the slightly swollen belly of the woman who had betrayed him. He was puzzled by the despair and coldness of the earth at the time, but now that he thinks about it, Shan Yuji must be in love with that woman.
Shan Yuji touched his beard and narrowed his eyes: "I think my style is quite close to the artist's style. Those little girls love this style. What's wrong with your hands?"
Ling Ye took out a cigarette and threw it away. He also took one in his mouth and lit it: "It's just a cockroach who doesn't overestimate his abilities. It's nothing serious."
Shan Yuji shrugged: "Cockroaches are very resilient, so it's better to be careful." The care between men is always awkward.
"You seem..." Ling Ye took off his cigarette and looked at him: "You have changed a lot. You were not so humorous before."
"You sent me so many emails, couldn't it be to discuss this issue?" Shan Yuji grinned, his smile was a little awkward, and the conversation changed, mixed with a deep chill: "Those old antique thieves in your family I forgot to wipe my mouth when I was eating. After receiving such a huge kickback, I just wanted to leave after being patted on the butt. I used my people to kill the director of the General Administration of Customs. I wanted to take advantage of the power of the fisherman. I am so old that I don’t even have the brains. If you use it, you really think we are vegetarians!"